Disclaimer: I don't own Michael or any of the other members of the Jackson family.

Me and my mom sat in the waiting room of the hospital watching as the nurse walked up to us, my mom stood up and shook her hand.

"That little boy doesn't remember anything, but other then that and some stitches he is fine."

"Oh thank you can we go see him"

"Yes go right ahead" I jumped up and followed my mom down the hallway my mom took in a deep breath as she turned the golden brass knob to reveal the room, in that room sat a bed, and in that bed sat a boy. He had a black Afro, beautiful brown eyes, and a black complexion. I walked in before my mother, he just sat there looking at me, and I looked back. Then he finally spoke

"Thank you for taking me to the hospital" he shyly said smiling a little

"Your welcome"

"Do you have any family son?' we both looked at my mom breaking eye contact

"Not that I remember" I felt bad for him not being able to remember anything but his name that must be hard.

"Well the I will sign for you and you can come live with us until we can find a way to find your family." My mom said sweetly and softly smiling. He seemed to like that idea and we helped him out of bed. After he was dressed and singed for, he climbed into the car with me. Then we speed of towards my house it was nothing just a typical blue house with two stories, but Michael as I learned him name was seemed impress and I silently wondered were he had lived before but kept to myself. My mom made it my job to pick and then show him his room. I picked the one next to me so we could get to now each other it was then that I realized he hadn't spoke much. So I decide we would eat dinner together in my room so I could try to get him talk.

We sat down on my bed crisscrossed I smiled at him before speaking.

"So Michael what's your full name?"

"Um its Michael Joseph Jackson" he said as he brought his eyes down from the TV to meet mine. I raised my eyebrow did he just say thee Michael Joseph Jackson? That is impossible right? Michael Jackson by now is a 48-year-old man with kids and two ex wives. Again though I didn't say anything.

"And you don't remember anything at all other then that?" he nodded his head.

"Well then lets get to know each other then!" I exclaimed pulling out various games to play with Michael.

The rest of the day was filled with joy, laughter, and the quick growth of an everlasting friendship that would last year from this day, this day that changed my life more then I thought possible.